Many powerful figures from prominent factions seemed to notice something peculiar.
They thought of that little girl who defiantly declared she would use her talent to suppress all the so-called Divine Children favored by fate.
In their hearts, many couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease.
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The Spring Rain grew heavier, cascading down in torrents, drumming against the black tiles of the octagonal, multistory Treasure Tower at the Qintian Observatory, creating a misty haze, as though cloaking the entire building in a layer of white gauze.
Atop the high tower, leaning against the railing.
The gentle spring breeze wafted through the corridors, tilting the rising steam from the boiling water on the charcoal stove.
Rainwater gathered into a curtain, pouring in rhythmic beads from the edge of the Treasure Tower's overhanging eaves.
